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“Between Glances and Whispers" (Secrets Only Maryam’s Heart Knows)

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Introduction : Love isn’t supposed to hit this hard… but Maryam clearly missed that memo. One smile from her and suddenly I’m out here writing poetry like a lovesick prince. I went from “angry guy in the park” to “Sultan of Hearts” real quick. All it took was her voice, her blush, and that annoying-but-cute teasing tone she uses. This poem is my heart, my madness, my laughter, and my confusion — all wrapped around her name. So welcome to the story where a simple guy falls for one girl… and loses every bit of his calm to her. This image captures a quiet moment between Shahzad and Maryam, where love is spoken not through words but through glances, gestures, and shared silence. It reflects the emotional soul of the poem “Between Glances and Whispers” — a love shaped by calm after anger, playful affection, and secrets only Maryam’s heart knows. Image Context: The cover image visually represents the emotional atmosphere of “Between Glances and Whispers”. The calm lake symbolizes peace after...

“Where My Heart Forever Lives" (Islamabad, My Soul City)

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Introduction : Everyone has a place that is more than just a city—it’s a memory, a friend, a love, and a soul. For me, that place is Islamabad. It’s where I grew up, where I learned about life, where I found my first love, prayed for peace in Faisal Masjid, and built friendships that still remain. This poem is not just about roads, parks, or green hills—it’s about the heartbeat of a city that will forever live inside me. “Where My Heart Forever Lives (Islamabad, My Soul City)” is my love letter to Islamabad. “Where My Heart Forever Lives" (Islamabad, My Soul City) My friends ask me, “what’s your place, The city you love, the one you embrace?” Without a thought—my answer is clear… Islamabad’s name is all they hear. Then Osman says, “but why that town? There are bigger cities, of more renown. Even in Pakistan, beauty runs deep… So why’s it Islamabad you choose to keep?” I laugh a little, and calmly say, “You see it different, I see another way. For you it’s just a city, plain and st...